PAGES

Friday, March 2, 2018

Nancy Lee Badger Presents Author Josie Riviera

Josie Riviera stopped by to share a few intimate details about her new book. Oh Danny Boy is a sweet contemporary novel.Take it away, Josie!

Have you ever tried something you were afraid to try because it mattered so
much to you? I did, when I started writing. Take the chance, everyone, and just
do something you love. Because my daughter attends university in Ireland, I have
had the opportunity to visit this beautiful country many times and wanted to
capture the essence and flavor of one of my favorite places in the world.

Blurb for Oh Danny Boy:

This
pot of gold could hold more than they bargained for…

Grand. Just grand. Clara Donovan’s failure to keep her
brother from going off the rails—again—is a public spectacle. Including a
handsome stranger who puts down his guitar case to help her talk Seamus down
from Farthing’s tallest bridge.

Everything about Danny Brady reminds Clara how many times
she swore she’ll never again be that pathetic, weak woman who got taken in by a
good-looking man. Especially when, the next day, she walks into a new coffee
shop in her little Irish town and discovers Danny’s secret.

Danny didn’t lie—technically—about his coffee shop chain.
He’s just tired of women going after him for his wealth. Clara is a graceful,
fiercely loyal, non-Irish Irish damsel in distress, a combination that tugs at
his heart. A heart that’s spent its share of time in pieces.

Danny has never hesitated to go after what he wants, but
melting Clara’s defenses will take more than hot tea and charm. He’ll have to
prove he’s made of stronger stuff—even when her past threatens to tear her
carefully reconstructed world to shreds.

“Seamus, don’t jump!” Clara Donovan heard her own cries, the
shouts resounding through the misty night air. She raced across the sidewalk
toward Farthing Bridge, her gaze riveted on a horror she didn’t want to
believe. Her older brother Seamus sat on the edge of a tall bridge with his
head slumped in his hands, a bottle of whiskey beside him. The arched stone
bridge spanned the River Farthing, connecting the town to a once-popular
marketplace.

No. It couldn’t be. Her breath burned in her chest as she took in gulps of
dampness and drizzle. Don’t stop. Run faster.

When she reached the bridge, she elbowed through a group of
late-night revelers. Several pointed up at Seamus. “He’s off the rails!”
someone shouted.

Her brother seemed unaware of the gathering crowd. He swung
his legs back and forth like an underwound metronome and stared into the
ice-cold river below.

She shook off the image of him on her living room floor
several days earlier. He’d been passed out drunk. Should she have phoned a
treatment center? No. She could fix her brother’s problems. He simply needed
encouragement, surrounded by his loving, supportive family.

Seamus. Gentle Seamus. Kind and fiery-haired, quick
to temper, quicker to make amends. Her heart squeezed at the scruffy, dejected
man he’d become since his wife had died.

Clara put her hands on her knees and took in calm, even
breaths. Quickly, she assessed the corroded pedestrian catwalk leading to the
top of the bridge, the skull and crossbones sign that warned Danger.

She stared upward at her sweet brother. “Dear saints in
heaven, Seamus,” she whispered. “You promised me that you’d never drink again.”

She stuffed her wool gloves into her jacket pockets and bent
to lace her weatherproof boots tighter. There was no time to dash around the
river to the street that crossed the bridge, and she certainly wouldn’t ask
anyone in the crowd to lend a hand.

She yanked off the “Danger” sign and threw it to the ground.
That pressing feeling in her chest, like she was running out of air, slowed her
movements. Dragging in another breath, she grasped the slippery wet handrails
and stepped onto the bottom rung of the catwalk.

“Missus, are you trained for this?” a man from the crowd
inquired.

She glanced around. The man stood a hairsbreadth away. He
was tall with piercing blue eyes and carried a guitar case. His dark brown hair
had a reddish tinge and his navy wool jacket strained against his athletic
form.

“Thanks. I can manage on my own.”

Despite her refusal, she hesitated. Was she trained to climb
to the top of a rusted bridge when she was crippled with fear and could hardly
breathe? Umm, no. But she was desperate, and desperation made people do things
they thought they could never do.

“I insist.” The man set his guitar case on the grass and
stepped forward. “Who’s sitting on the top of the bridge?”

“My brother!”

“I’ll follow behind you. No worries.”

No worries.
Dear saints in heaven, her brother was about to jump off a bridge.

More About the Author

Josie Riviera is a USA TODAY Bestselling Author of contemporary, inspirational, and historical sweet romances that read like Hallmark movies. She lives in the Charlotte, NC, area with her wonderfully supportive husband. They share their home with an adorable Shih Tzu who constantly needs grooming and live in an old house forever needing renovations.

Scottish Time Travel Romance

Currently Reading:

GDPR Notice

To comply with the General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) Rules as of May 2018, European Union laws require me to give European Union visitors information about cookies used and data collected. I do not collect or share any data collected by Google in the production of this blog. If you leave a comment showing your public email I will remove it as soon as I can so no one copies it. I do not share any names, emails, or locations with anyone and do everything possible to keep your information safe.